at the movies
It’s time for the Golden Globe nominations, and with some of the more satellite awards pulling for early frontrunners (Gotham, Film Critics from New York, LA and Boston, etc.,) we’re starting to see some movie trends confirmed. Everyone loved 12 Years a Slave! Unsurprisingly! And Breaking Bad and Girls and Nebraska and American Hustle and Spike Jonze and Martin Scorcese movies that aren’t even out yet!
But there are some surprises…Brooklyn Nine-Nine, anyone? Rush? The Butler gets no love? Greta Gerwig for Frances Ha? That movie was great and all, but Lena Dunham is already representing the affected Brooklyn 20-something constituents with her Girls nominations, are you telling us that the portrayal of overly self-involved young women trying to “make it” in New York is going to start being a thing? Is already a thing?
See the full list of nominees below.
The 85th Academy Awards
AI romance: Guess it’s not just for nerds anymore? The trailer for Her, a new film from Spike Jonze, has just been released. It’s the story of a mustachioed Joaquin Phoenix falling in love with a semi-sentient software program named Samantha, voiced by Scarlett Johansson. (She’s Siri, basically.) And yet there’s Amy Adams right there in front of him, in the IRL flesh with an ill-advised hairdo.
What a phubber.
Update: Well, now we have an extra hour and a half of the red carpet! Talk amongst yourselves!
What is it about the Academy Awards? Intellectually, it’s hard to muster up that much enthusiasm about who “wore it best” (Ang Lee) or how modest Katniss will be in her acceptance speech, hopefully avoiding a First Wives’ Club reference that sounded like she was hating on Meryl Streep this time. And yet … we still feel compelled to watch. Maybe it’s because secretly, deep down, we still find it fascinating that the guy who does the voice of Stewie looks like the host of a reality game show about finding true love by having a dance-off on a stripper pole.
Or maybe it’s because we’re just suckers, who deep down believe that Beasts of the Southern Wild might still possibly have a chance against Argo or Lincoln.
Come join us, will you, on this the most magical of evenings for producers, people who are married to movie stars, and dress designers? We’ll be hosting a live chat below. Just click the big countdown button and you’re all set. Got it?
Big Apple Idolatry
Tonight is the 85th Academy Awards, and for all intents and purposes it should be a good one. Look at all those serious films, and the one movie by Quentin Tarantino! And with big snubs for Best Director for both Argo and Zero Dark Thirty, does that mean one of them will be be sweeping up the Best Picture Award as a consolation prize? And most importantly, is it too late to write in a ballot for Javier Bardem in Skyfall? Because he was great.
– Maybe? Hopefully? Last week, the American Psycho author went on Twitter to vent about Lindsay Lohan missing her ADR (basically, redubbing tracks when the audio was unintelligible) for their upcoming film, The Canyons. He threatened to sic Patrick Bateman on her, which could only end one way:
I never cease to be amused by the pile of unmitigated crap that gets shoveled off onto the moviegoing public by pretentious critics. They’re at it again with The Master, a load of film-festival tripe that was booed in Venice and greeted with massive walkouts in Toronto but is now being defended in an organized rescue mission that hopes to develop a minor cult following in New York before the whole thing mercifully vanishes in a puff of twaddle. With an embarrassing, overwrought performance by the dependably creeped-out Joaquin Phoenix that has to be the most hysterically misguided overacting since Dennis Hopper played Napoleon and Harpo Marx played Sir Isaac Newton in The Story of Mankind, I’m tempted to call it the worst thing I have seen this year, but there are two more coming up—Terrence Malick’s dystopic To the Wonder and a diabolically demented time-travel farce called Cloud Atlas—that are even worse. I will also refrain from labeling The Master “the worst movie I’ve ever seen!” because like the proverbial boy who cried wolf, I’ve blurted that cry of despair so many times, who would believe me?It might not even be the worst movie ever made, depending on how you feel about such hollow, juvenile and superficial trash as I ♥ Huckabees, Brewster McCloud, Punch-Drunk Love, Mulholland Drive, The Royal Tenenbaums, Lost Highway, Being John Malkovich, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, Rob Zombie’s House of 1000 Corpses and … well, as they said in Hollywood during the McCarthy witch hunts, “the list goes on.”
The Master, Paul Thomas Anderson’s first film since 2007′s There Will Be Blood, is said to tell the story of Scientology’s inception–and its first full-length trailer, indeed, shows Philip Seymour Hoffman issuing an “audit”-like verbal test to a distressed Joaquin Phoenix. The trailer, on the whole, is too cryptic to allow for much plot detail–but Read More
The Master, Paul Thomas Anderson’s follow-up to There Will Be Blood, is expected to be released in the fall (per IMDb, on October 12)–and its first trailer depicts Joaquin Phoenix being interrogated, and possibly brainwashed, by an unknown interlocutor. The film also stars Philip Seymour Hoffman and Amy Adams. Read More
Our autumnal horn o’ plenty of web goodies begins today with the return of one Joaquin Phoenix to late night TV. Then we segue into somber, sad Matt Damon looking sad and being somber and seeing dead people and we finally end up with about 30 seconds or so of hell on earth. It isn’t Read More
As the Hollywood box office machine chugs along (in case you were wondering, Paul Blart will hit $100 million dollars this weekend; expect the rain of frogs to follow shortly thereafter), we’ve found ourselves concentrating on larger issues besides film revenue. Like: Is anyone actually buying this Joaquin Phoenix thing? His whole “I’m-retiring-from-acting-to-become-a-rap-star-and-Casey-Affleck-is-going-to-film-it” shtick has Read More